[Red Chamber] Daiyu Reborn

The water and land dojo lasted until the evening. Lin Jifeng yawned all day, but he didn't burn incense and pray to Buddha to listen to the question, so the retribution came——Zhang Yuan squinted a pair of annoying fox eyes, and ordered Lin Jifeng to run again and let him Send Tokugawa Shinnobu back to the post in person.

Lin Jifeng stood for a whole day, his legs were sore and numb, and he wished he had to sit on the floor in spite of his image, but Zhang Yuan was his boss, and the emperor who "opened the back door" and made trouble for him was his immediate boss's immediate boss. The man scolded bloody, then maintained a polite smile, and respectfully sent Tokugawa Shinnobu back to the post house.

Tokugawa sits on a sedan chair and Lin Jifeng walks. In this world, it is absolutely impossible for people to be equal.

Tokugawa Shinshin still had a half-grown child's face, and Lin Jifeng still pretended not to see, smiling extremely politely and heartlessly.In short, don't reach out and hit the smiling face!

Finally back at the post house, Lin Jifeng was about to say a few polite words before leaving quickly, but suddenly he heard a "plop" sound from the yard outside, as if something heavy had fallen to the ground.

"Who?" "Protect Young Master!" For a moment, various languages ​​were mixed in the room.

Lin Jifeng also rushed to protect Tokugawa Shinshin, but this young man was probably a newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers, so he pushed him away and ran straight into the yard. Then, his face was as pale as paper——

"—Ah!" The shrill cry came from the servant girls waiting in the outer courtyard. They all threw away their things and shivered in a corner. Tokugawa Shinshin.

It's no wonder that the maids lost their composure, it's because the "things" that were thrown down were too terrifying.That "thing" was like a dead dog, limply sticking to the ground.His nose was bruised and his face was swollen, blood was dripping from the corners of his mouth, his hands and feet were in an extremely uncoordinated appearance, stretching around his body, like a dead body, a dead body that died tragically.

Lin Jifeng squinted his eyes, and was suddenly suspicious: this "thing" had a half-curved bun on its head, and it looked like it was from Fusang.

Tokugawa Shinnobu was surrounded by everyone in the protective circle, his eyes were wide open, but his lips kept trembling, and what he blurted out was Fusangyu: "Yoshikawa-kun, how could..."

Lin Jifeng pricked up his ears, but he hadn't heard anything yet. He only felt a cold light flashing around him, and a fierce murderous aura came over him. Fortunately, he used to jump between the cliffs to collect medicine when he was young. Although his brain was blank at this time, his body was still pressed. The instinctive reaction was dodged on the spot, the silver-white samurai sword barely slashed across the front of his clothes, and a strand of broken hair fell down like black hair, as if the room was full of shock.

Lin Jifeng felt cold sweat all over his body. Fortunately, the guards reacted quickly enough, shouted "Protect Mr. Lin", and flew over quickly, able to block several samurai swords that were slashing at Lin Jifeng—they were confronted by five Fusang warriors, with faces as sinking as water and swords dancing like awns, have a terrifying murderous aura.

"What are you doing, are you crazy? Stop it!" Rarely, Tokugawa Shinshin was not frightened, and even sternly reprimanded him, and after saying it in Fusang language, he repeated it in Chinese.

Chinese is naturally spoken to the officials of the posthouse, but whether it is Fusang language or Chinese, the few Fusang envoys or assassins who are red-eyed and determined to kill them all turn a deaf ear and say nothing. Like a killing machine, he mechanically wields a samurai sword, regardless of injuries or even his life, rushing towards Lin Jifeng like a wolf like a tiger.

Accompanied by the noisy voices of "Protect Mr. Tokugawa" and "Beware of Assassins", all of a sudden, the post house was full of fighting and killing sounds. Amidst the ping-ping-pong-pong, the cold white light reflected the unpredictable fire clouds in the sky. The earth is like a flower that bursts with blood.

This is a post house for receiving foreign envoys, not a military camp.In order to show kindness, there are only a dozen or so guards guarding here all the year round, and the rest are guards from various countries.The Fusang warriors naturally surrounded Tokugawa Shinnobu, and some guards protected Lin Jifeng and other officials. The monks and students who couldn't care less could only dodge carefully with their heads in their hands. Only four or five people and the crazy warriors remained. Fighting each other, gnashing their teeth, doing all they can to slash, thrust, and block, but they are still a bit stretched.

The battle over there was still fierce, and both Lin Jifeng and Tokugawa Shinnobu were surrounded by people and returned to the hall. While staring closely at the crackling and wrestling people over there, Lin Jifeng was thinking quickly in his mind: Who is that "Yoshikawa"? By whom?Why did those Fuso warriors kill him?Even if he was Lin Rui's nephew, what good would it do for those people to kill him?Rather than killing him, it is better to kill... Lin Jifeng's pupils shrank suddenly, and subconsciously snatched the saber from the guard beside him, and rushed straight in the direction of Tokugawa Shinnobu——

"呵——" Tokugawa Shinshin looked at the scarlet blood sprayed on his shoulders in disbelief, and the murderous eyes of his most trusted samurai, his face was completely bloodless. .His eyes fluttered down along the blood flow, and he saw clearly a sharp dagger with blue light hidden in the man's hand... Finally, Tokugawa Shinnobu sat down on the ground, his legs trembling unceasingly.

Dragging Tokugawa Shinnobu who fell to the ground, he watched the samurai slowly fall down with blood spurting from his heart... Lin Jifeng's face was also as white as paper, and he took a few steps back on the spot.This was not the first time he had killed someone, but with the blood on his clothes, he still shuddered a little when he witnessed the resentment and resentment of the victim who fell short of success.After a while, Lin Jifeng pulled out the long knife and looked at Tokugawa Shinnobu who was sitting slumped on the ground with trembling lips: "...Mr. Tokugawa, I feel that you need to accept the protection of our country now."

Tokugawa Shinnobu's jaw mechanically nodded slowly, and he had lost the ability to speak.He brought over a dozen warriors, five of whom attempted to assassinate Lin Jifeng, and one attempted to assassinate himself... He was only 12 years old, and now he felt cold all over his body, as if he had fallen into an ice hole, and even his bones were painfully stabbed.

Finally, there were many complicated but solid footsteps outside the post house. Lin Jifeng looked at the person who broke into the door directly, and his heart that had been hanging high finally fell down. The knife in his hand finally no longer clenched tightly. The breath in my heart was finally relieved: "Uncle, you are here..."

Seeing his tired face, Lin Rui couldn't help frowning, and then looked around the posthouse, looking at the group of people standing, sitting, squatting, and lying alive, half-dead, Finally ordered: "Bring all Fusang envoys back to Honglu Temple, and order the Guards to send someone to protect Mr. Tokugawa. As for the assassins, they will be handed over to Dali Temple for interrogation."

After such a short time, those Fusang assassins had been captured. Except for one who wiped his neck cleanly, the others were twisted and their jaws were twisted to ensure that they could not commit suicide immediately.

Lin Rui had someone carry away Tokugawa Shinnobu who couldn't stand up, and came over and patted Lin Jifeng on the shoulder, with a flat voice: "You did a good job, go back and rest first, and leave the rest to me."

Lin Jifeng shook his head with a pale face, and pulled out a stiff smile: "Uncle, I killed the man, I'd better follow you, so as not to get confused sometimes."

Lin Rui hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

The newly-appointed seventh-rank official of Honglu Temple and the youngest son of General Fusang were assassinated at the same time, and the assassins were all Fusang warriors brought by Mr. Dali Temple and Honglu Temple jointly investigated the matter thoroughly.

After all, Lin Jifeng killed someone himself, and is now "quarantined" in order to "avoid suspicion".Lying bored on a comfortable big bed in another post house in the capital, Lin Jifeng couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Fortunately, it's not in Dali Temple this time."

Sensing the sound of footsteps coming from the door, Lin Jifeng quickly sat up and saw Lin Rui standing at the door, with a wooden face full of joy and anger: "I'm refreshed, not bad."

"Uncle," Lin Jifeng smiled flatteringly, "Have you figured it out? How long am I going to stay here?"

Lin Rui frowned: "Those people will not be recruited, but they must have something to do with the emperor's daimyo in Fusang."

"That's their own business? Tsk, I'm also implicated, and almost died..." Lin Jifeng rolled his eyes, "However, I really want to know who threw that half-dead 'Ji Chuan' into the posthouse of?"

Lin Rui replied, "King Su."

Lin Jifeng's eyes widened immediately: "Hey, is it possible that 'Ji Chuan' can still talk?" He was very clear about his uncle's temper, and he would never speak so rashly if he was not [-]% sure.

"He admitted it himself." Lin Rui explained in detail for "him", "King Su."

Lin Jifeng suddenly felt that his mind was in a mess, and he was even fighting: "...Why did he admit it?" Not to mention the crime of princes and nobles meeting foreign envoys privately, that "Jichuan" was beaten A lump of rotten meat, no matter how you look at it, this is the category of lynching, right?

"King Su said that the envoy's rhetoric was intended to deceive him, and let him persuade the emperor to use troops against Fusang, overthrow the shogunate, and welcome the emperor back..." Seeing Lin Jifeng rolling his eyes so that the whites of his eyes were about to come out, Lin Rui decisively changed the subject, " Isn't it your idea to give face and not Lizi? Honglu Temple can play tricks in private, so naturally he can."

"When did I play dirty in private?" Lin Jifeng felt extremely wronged. From the beginning to the end, he was stared at by that old fox Zhang Yuan whose eyes were blocked by fat, and took the opportunity to take revenge.

Lin Rui remained silent, and looked at him inscrutablely with his hands folded.

Lin Jifeng twitched the corners of his mouth, and understood: "It's not me who is playing tricks, it's the one sitting on the dragon chair, but he didn't play well enough, or he didn't expect that those Fusang people didn't have a good mind and didn't know how to spare their lives... Now, I killed the man, so I took the blame for him..."

Lin Rui nodded, affirming his guess: "That's right, this time you saw through Fusang's plot and rescued Mr. Tokugawa. You made great contributions, and the emperor made an exception to elevate you to the sixth rank." Yun Shuo said Fusang's purchase battle The ships are indeed real, but no one knows whether these warships were used for self-defense or civil war.Not only Fusang people know how to play spy wars, Yunshuo also secretly sent a lot of people to the coast to inquire about news, and even Honglu Temple has set up eyes and ears.

However, this time, the Fusang Mission was making things crazy. Yun Zheng proposed that the matter was related to the name of Emperor Fusang. Whether it was true or not, if Yun Shuo wanted to hold on to Yun Zheng with this matter, he had to investigate thoroughly. .After a thorough investigation, the nails planted before are all dangerous, and the opposing forces in Fusang will be vigilant, and Yun Shuo's plan has indeed been threatened.

Of course, Yunzheng didn't want relatives and enemies to be happy. He voluntarily admitted that it was just to have a reason to intervene in the navy's affairs in the future, or to prevent political opponents from taking advantage of this matter by "taking the heart of a gentleman with the heart of a villain". Come and trip him up.

The two brothers once again confronted each other and once again tacit understanding, Yun Shuo lightly said, "King Su is impulsive, but he is loyal and commendable, so he shuts himself up and thinks about it for a month", which can be regarded as smooth sailing to settle the matter.

Lin Rui concluded: "King Su is attacking with defense this time, but he really didn't expect those people to be so mad." Above the Golden Palace, Yun Zheng's face was not much prettier than Yun Shuo's. There was even a slight hint of remorse.

Lin Jifeng opened his mouth wide and listened to him. After a long time, he roared angrily: "Is it because of this reason that I was promoted just after joining the job... Isn't that fat man running on me to death?"

Lin Rui responded with two crisp words: "Hold on."

After thinking about it, Lin Jifeng always felt that he couldn't be sad by himself. After adjusting his mood, he changed the subject: "How is Tokugawa Shinshin doing now? After all, it was his assassin, how does the emperor plan to deal with him?"

Lin Rui said succinctly: "This is what the shogun should worry about."

The implication is that the emperor intends to send Tokugawa Shinnobu, a hot potato, back to Fusang?Tsk tsk, there are six assassins in the mission he leads, all of whom are against the shogunate... No matter who put those assassins in, once this poor child goes back, he will definitely be questioned, and maybe even die.

Lin Jifeng's eyeballs suddenly rolled, and he smiled slyly: "Uncle, it's a pity to give away such a good piece of chess to others. Why don't we keep it, even if it's an abandoned piece, it should still occupy a grid and occupy it. It’s better not to shit in the latrine!”

Lin Rui frowned when he heard his words getting more and more vulgar: "What do you mean?"

"Uncle!" Lin Jifeng jumped up suddenly, grabbed Lin Rui's robe, and smiled with a bit of wickedness and a bit of arrogance, "You let me meet Tokugawa Shinnobu, I am his savior anyway, It’s not an exaggeration to ask for something in return, right?”

"What are you going to do?" Lin Rui knew that there were strings of bad intentions in his stomach, but he really didn't know which play this time was.

It was evening now, half of Lin Jifeng's handsome face was covered with a layer of bright golden light, exuding a dangerous temptation, he raised his eyebrows and smiled, as if strategizing: "I'll go persuade him—to take refuge in my Buddha."

Half a month later, Botan Temple in the capital——

In the morning, the first ray of sunshine slips through the rising sandalwood, and the chirping birds sing along with the sound of Buddhist scriptures. A piece of warm spring is reflected in the majestic and majestic palace, where men and women of faith can be saved from all over the world, right in the middle of the kneeling place on the futon The person is bathed in the spring light, the pale skin reflects the holy light, and the faint wry smile on his mouth also melts into the bright light, almost disappearing.

The razor cuts lightly and delicately, and strands of hair are scattered around the futon like a thousand feet of red dust. Tokugawa Shinnobu still has his eyes closed and his hands folded, as if he is praying, but also seems to be sighing—he knows that going back is a dead end. He couldn't stay in another country as the son of a general, so the only choice left was to shave or become a monk.

The master abbot who helped him shave put down his razor, said "Amitabha", and patted him on the shoulder lightly: "Once you enter the Buddhist gate, all four things are empty, and all the past has become a cloud of the past. I hope you will forget it as soon as possible. Since your lay name is Zhenxin , then your Dharma name will be called Huizhen."

"Thank you, master." Tokugawa Shinshin, that is, Master Huizhen, bowed his head, got up, and stepped back respectfully. On the surface, he was not surprised, happy or angry, but secretly laughed at himself: he is just a prisoner in Botan Temple. , was guarded, and it was uncertain when he would be released from custody... But, at last, he was still alive.

Clenching the prayer beads in his hand, Tokugawa Shinshin knew that from today onwards, there were only two words left in his life: waiting and patience.